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It was the start of another typical working day for Debbie, up with the sun, a light breakfast, and then a quick shower before dressing and setting off for work. Today though she decided to linger in the shower a while longer. She was always early, and no one ever noticed - besides, Tracy was always late and no one ever said anything about that. Anyway it wasn't as if she had anything important to do, just file away the reports from Justin's latest tests. Finally convincing herself, she allowed her hands to wander over her supple body, cupping her pert breasts one at a time, gradually teasing her nipples into life. Her hand snaked lower as they responded. Aroused now she could feel her own juices creeping steadily from the folds of her labia, to join with the flow of the shower as it ran down her taut waist and down her leg to gather in a pool before draining away. Fully aroused now she slid her fingers between her warm lips, gasping as she felt her fingers grasped and tugged by her muscles.
As she began to fantasize she drew her fingers out of her vagina and began to massage her clit, working herself up to a tremendous rush. With a final groan, she climaxed.
Washing herself off she got out of the shower, and looked herself over in the mirror, cupping herself, she smiled.
"not bad, not too bad at all"
With that she glanced at the clock and nearly dropped her towel in shock. Cripes, she thought, I was going to be late, but not this late. In a flurry she finished getting ready, hurriedly doing her hair, as she left her apartment.
As she pulled into the parking lot she saw Tracy just entering the building.
At least I won't be alone if there's any trouble, she thought to herself as she ran into the building.
Slightly out of breath she neared the workspace which she shared with Tracy, who was just about to sit down and start her normal trick of primly moving papers around the desk looking busy but not accomplishing much. Noticing her boss she began to apologise for being late only to be cut off mid-word as her boss started to tell her off giving her a verbal notice into the bargain. Protesting that Tracy had been as late as she, her supervisor huffed and said that it was not the same and that Tracy didn't matter.
Sitting down she started to sort her files, trying to keep her head down, partly to mollify her supervisor, mainly to hide the tears that had begun to well up in her eyes.
As her supervisor left Tracy snickered and leered, "tough luck."
Tracy arched her back as she said it to more prominently display her already noticeable curves. Debbie had heard the rumours about Tracy before but had up till now put it down to jealousy, but now she found herself believing everything she had heard.
Halfway through the afternoon the speakerphone buzzed.
"Debbie there's a file missing from Mr Croisses' report, where is it? Go and fetch it for me from his lab. Tracy, come to my office I want you to take something down for me!".
As Tracy sauntered to the office, Debbie wearily stood up, and started walking to the lab. While she was walking she fumed over what had happened, she knew she was more attractive than Tracy at heart. It was obvious what everyone looked for and found in Tracy.
As she walked down the corridor she took a moment to regard herself in the mirror like surface of the window panels. Mousy brown hair that reached to just above her shoulders in a bob cut, a slightly rounded face that might be considered pretty. A slim figure with some curves. With a sigh, she moved on.
When she reached the lab she had just about convinced herself that everything would have been all right if she was as large breasted as Tracy, maybe a little bigger. She hadn't considered herself small before, thinking herself more as being average, but after this morning she felt a little underendowed in that area. Lost in thought she failed to notice the light flashing above the lab door as she entered.
"Mr Croi..."
She was cut off as a blinding flash of light illuminated the room. She felt it in her body almost as a physical blow. She stumbled slightly as her vision returned.
"Debbie what are you doing in here? Didn't you see the warning light?" Mr. Croisses shouted as he emerged from a heavy-seeming booth at one end of the lab. Although he sounded angry it was obvious that this was due to concern and not ire.
"Are you ok?"
The questions were like a barrage, following each other so closely that they merged into one sentence
"What oh yes, yes I'm fine"
"OK, but let me just check a few things first"
With that he rapidly carried out a number of tests, shining a light into her eyes to make sure her pupils still responded, asking her how many fingers he was holding up, and so on.
" Oh well you seem fine, but I want you to call me right away if you feel any different from normal. No, no there's nothing to worry about, it's just a precaution. Now what did you come down here for?"
After she had recounted what had happened in the office, he gave her a conciliatory smile and told her to go home after taking the file back to the offices, and that he would take care of an explanation for her. Nodding gratefully she left the lab to drop off the report.
As she drove home, Debbie shifted uncomfortably in her seat, squirming to try to relieve whatever was causing her discomfort. At the next set of lights she absently tugged at her bra strap, which was beginning to dig into her shoulder. Reaching home, she unlocked her door, and picked up her mail. Absently she shuffled them, bill, bill, bill, junk, you may have already won a million, and a flyer from the local concern. Dumping them onto the table, she swept through into the bedroom of her apartment, again tugging at the straps of her bra which was beginning to irritate her. Feeling a little grubby, she decided it was time for a shower. She stripped off quickly, simply strewing here clothes in a trail from her bedroom to the shower. Pulling off her panties, and then unsnapping the clasps on her bra, having to tug a little harder than normal to unhook them, not noticing the extra flesh that was beginning to stretch her cups almost imperceptibly.
After her shower, during which she found her hands straying to her breasts, and to her clit, almost unconsciously she fell onto her bed, and into a deep, dream-haunted slumber. Writhing as she slept, her hands swept up towards her breasts, alternately cupping them and playing with her nipples. Her hands then swept down between her legs, her fingers arousing her still further, as the scent of her arousal permeated the room.
She was dancing with a strange man dressed in black. Try as she might she could not make out his face, but that didn't matter, she was happy and nothing could spoil that.
As she danced with the stranger, someone brushed roughly against her. As she turned her head to see who had bumped into her, she saw Tracy walking towards them, dressed to show off her already noticeable assets. She felt more than saw the stranger's head turn to stare at Tracy's frontage, which resembled a pair of cantaloupes wrapped in half a silk handkerchief. Debbie felt her face redden as Tracy sneered at her, then asked the stranger if he wanted to dance with a woman instead of a boy. Feeling the tears well up in her eyes she ran, nearly sobbing, into the ladies. Dabbing at her eyes she began telling herself that it wasn't fair, that the man was hers, and that Tracy couldn't take him away just because she had a bigger bust. It wasn't fair, she repeated to herself repeatedly in her mind feeling her rage build. A feeling of warmth swept over her and seemed to settle in her chest. Still dabbing her eyes she began to feel uncomfortable. Her bra seemed to be digging into her shoulders, and started to feel tight in the cups. Pulling at the straps seemed to help her shoulders as she reached to adjust the front of her bra. She looked down in surprise as her hand encountered her breast sooner than it would normally. As she looked down at her breast she was sure she could see it growing.
"This can't be happening!"
Turning to the side she stared at her reflection in the mirror. It was really happening! She could see her breasts gradually swelling. Already they were far larger then her B-cups had ever been. Almost deliriously she thought to herself, soon I'll be as big as Tracy. Writhing with pleasure as her breasts swelled further... was it her imagination or were they growing faster now?
She moaned with delight as her burgeoning breasts filled the top of her dress. Her top began to creak as it was stressed beyond its capacity. As her breasts slowed their growth, she stared at herself in the mirror. Her breasts looked like two great melons resting on each side of a cleavage that seemed to descend without end. Turning to the side again she looked at her reflection in awe. She was easily far larger than Tracy now, she couldn't even begin to estimate their size. As she walked out of the ladies, each step betraying a languid and sensual grace, emphasising the sway of her now large breasts, part of her mind was sure it should be concerned about this rapid and massive growth, but she just couldn't care less - all that was in her mind was to get the man back from Tracy.
Well that's it so far, it's my first attempt. I know it's a little slow to get going, but it should get better as I go along. Any helpful hints or criticisms are welcome, as long as your not just slagging my work off for nowt.
Thanks for reading
The Nihilist